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Apr 2016
Maybe
I could write these words
In a way which would attract more people
But poetry is coming from a place deep inside,
And is very private
These words are mine


Expelled from my own
Somehow the only thing I will ever own,
But will hold
In a way
Only once
Written by
brock the badger
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   Pamela Rae
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